Chapter 532 Pear Blossom Mountain is resplendent in gold. Floating islands are in the air. The sky overhead in the distance. There seems to be a golden sun shining magnificently.

But only those who know the truth will know. That's not the sun at all. Even the brilliance of the sun.

In this area, there will be no impact on the environment. The sun-like thing that floated in the air.

It's a fairy treasure. At the same time, it is also the core of the Dharma Protector Array here. As long as there is this fairy treasure to protect it.

Then break the barrier here. It's almost impossible to do. This is also common knowledge shared by the three tribes.

The holy places of each of the three tribes. Unless the Mahayana strikes together. Otherwise, there will be no devastating blow at all.

And can Mahayana make an easy move? Of course not. Therefore, although the three tribes have their own calculations and threats.

But the three clans firmly believe that the fire will not be extinguished. This is also the fundamental reason for the balance of the three tribes. Of course, Mahayana can't be done at will.

However, below Mahayana, they can do their own activities. I can't say which day. When, there will really be someone who will upset this balance.

Or it's a combination of vertical and horizontal. Or maybe someone destroyed the Great Wall. But before that moment comes. The three clans can only keep this balance.

This is the case with the Holy Mountain on which the Church of the Sacred Law is located. The brilliance on the Holy Mountain is almost impossible for outsiders to look at.

Because, under the shadow of this fairy treasure. The outside world looks at everything here. It's like looking at the sun.

Everything is in the light. and all things are clean. This is where all the hope of the Terrans lies.

It is also the spark of the human race. And the reason why the holy mountains are called like this. But it's not because it's really just a mountain.

On the contrary, there are several major peaks here. But more than that, there are all kinds of floating islands. Each of these floating islands is a blessed land.

The space in which it can even completely disobey the laws of physics. For example, a seemingly small floating island.

It is quite possible to get into it. will find out. It turned out to be no less than the size of a mountain. There are even floating islands that are tens of thousands of square kilometers in size.

Among them, mountain lakes are self-contained. You can also use the power of the Dharma Protector Immortal Treasure to control the day, night, winter and summer here at will.

It feels like a small world. Therefore, this kind of floating island is also called a blessed land. In the blessed land here.

These monks can enjoy the flowers during the day. Moon viewing at night. See the rain in spring. Snow watching in winter. The scene changes, all in a thought.

And right on one of the floating islands. But I saw a hill full of pear blossoms. In this blessed land.

Obviously, this hill is not as tall as several other large mountains. But this mountain seems to be the heart of the whole blessed land.

Because no matter how hard the other people on the mountain worked. They also couldn't get a glimpse of the mountain.

Of course, they can't do that. Because, that is undoubtedly the greatest blasphemy against the owner of this blessed land.

The others looked at the mountain of floating pear blossoms. In addition to reverence, it is still reverence. Because, this is the status of the owner of this floating island.

And at the moment, in a small courtyard on this hill. In a small bookstore. Volume. That's right, it's a paper book.

It's just that the things on this scroll are not simple words. It seems that this is a text that has been lost for a long time.

But this monk looked at it very carefully. Even, as if afraid of missing any of the details.

The monk looked to be only about thirty years old. It's a very mysterious age.

If it's too light. Obviously, there will be a lack of majesty. And if it's too old, it will look a little unbeautiful.

So, thirty. Must be thirty. It seems like a good age. It's also an age that people can like.

And this monk was dressed in a dark earth-colored robe. This kind of clothes. As long as there is the slightest blemish in the skin tone.

That's also unmanageable. But this monk looks good in it. It seems that he should be wearing a robe of this color.

Moreover, the color of this robe also makes the monk's lips more plump and full. The head of black hair is also combed in a bun.

But more hair was casually draped. Although it may seem a little unrigorous. can match that kind of temperament, but it suddenly seems to be full of a natural harmonious rhythm.

The monk simply sat quietly. But it seems that it can be a scenery by one person. A landscape that no mortal can look directly at.

And the environment here is really quiet. Not even a single servant. There really isn't a need for that.

This monk has any needs. It's just a thought. Whatever you ask for, you can do it in an instant.

And those things, if someone does it for you. On the contrary, it will break the artistic conception here. Yes, it is also true.

The nearest servant, also at the foot of the mountain, is Zhuangzili. Only the needs of the owner will appear in this vicinity.

It could even be, the presence of these servants. It's not so much about serving. It's more, it's just something that exists because it's needed.

After all, according to the status of the monk. Only with these people can he be in line with his identity. But these are actually for the monks.

It doesn't matter. Yes, these things really don't matter to the monk for a long time. In front of the monk's cultivation.

All needs are only the manifestation of desires. Of course, he also has his own things to do.

And at this moment, his incarnations are also acting separately under his layout. That's right, that's what a monk can do.

It can even be said that for him, this ability only exists because of need.

Now, it seems, he only cares about the book he reads in front of him. It's as if this book is what he really cares about.

But he cares so much, but he still seems to have a lot of incomprehensible things about this book. But the monk was patient.

He doesn't care about time. Time, for his longevity. It seems that the average time will not have much meaning.

It's like this place is going to be like this forever, and the years will go on. The sun is scattered. The windows are bright and clean. The aroma is deep.

There is even the fragrance of pear blossoms wafting from afar. And at this very moment. I don't know why. The wind in this small hall suddenly strengthened a little.

Of course, this did not affect the monk's interest in reading. He didn't move. It's just the little finger of the right hand, I don't know if it's intentional or not.

Suddenly, he moved slightly. Then, he was quiet again. The face is quiet. The smell of books is still the same.

But that breeze seemed to be very dishonest. That's right, it's just so dishonest. The breeze was not only not quiet.

But it seems to be even more restless. This fierce wind. All of a sudden, the curtain of the study was lifted.

At the same time, it also tore the incense of the original bird to shreds. But the monk still turned a blind eye.

It seems, for him, this gust of fresh wind. It's just that it should appear at this time. Not only will it not disturb his movements.

Not even a trace of his mind will be touched. And it really did. He is strong by him, and the breeze blows the hills; He is horizontal by him, and the bright moon shines on the river; But the gust of wind didn't seem to know how to converge.

I also seemed to feel the attitude of the monk. Therefore, he is even more unscrupulous. As a result, he not only became more energetic.

Even the monk's hair was brought up. Finally, the monk frowned slightly. At the same time, he sighed and said: "If you have something to say, just say it, hehe, I didn't expect it to be really two." You can even come in here. But, aren't you afraid that this breath will be directly extinguished? I don't know to whom I said that.

Anyway, the monk didn't look up. He continued to look at the book in his hand. Anyway, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

At the same time, he is actually not very loud. It's like, he knows. No matter how loud he speaks.

There won't be a single sound coming out. It's like, he knows. No matter how low he spoke. That person can also hear the general.

And as the monk's voice fell. But the gust of wind suddenly listened. Then, suddenly, a pitch-black cloud of black gas was created out of thin air.

I don't know what this black gas is made of. Anyway, he just came out of nowhere. However, it slowly turned into a human form.

A black humanoid. A completely breathless humanoid. The figure could not be seen clearly. I can only see that he is also wearing a robe with a strange style.

Everything else seems to be in the maki. And what's even stranger is that. There was no other breath in this dark shadow.

That's right. This dark shadow seems to have appeared out of thin air. There was not a hint of anger. At the same time, there is no half of dead air.

This black shadow really didn't have any breath. That's right, there are no other breath impurities at all.

There is no smell either. He exists. So he exists. Really, he seems to be the only one left to exist.

If not to see with the eyes. It's not even possible to find a sign of such a thing here.

And to hear the words of the monk. The shadow man slowly condensed and took shape. Then he suddenly smiled and said, "Hehe, this is not your temple." There is nothing that cannot be entered. And, where my mind wants to be. And who can really stop me? The voice was very calm.

All I could hear was that it was a man's voice. For the rest, I couldn't hear anything. That's right, this man's voice didn't even have any emotion.

Yes, the sound is very steady. Obviously, he was talking about something that should be able to be proud.

It also seems to be saying something that makes him show off enough. But, in his voice. But there was no emotion at all.

This scene is really weird. It's like everything that can tell the difference between feelings. It's all gone.

Make it sound. It sounded strangely sacred. Yes, it's sacred.

It sounds like there's only one feeling. If, if there really are gods. Then the voice of God should be like this in general.

And at this time, the words of the monk also came.

"Oh, that's a great thing to say. Anyway, if I want to go into your place, I can't do this to you. It seems that you are still clever in your means. When I have the chance, it looks like I really want to learn. The monk continued without looking up.

He seemed to be talking to himself. These words seemed to be said by him at random. It's just that when he says learn it.

Obviously, the dark shadow man's eyes twitched. That's right, although this dark shadow man has no face.

There is no emotion. Even if you look closely, it will make people think that he is very hazy. But just now, that moment.

His eyes seemed to really twitch. He seems to have said to the monks

"Learn" is very scary. The monk did not seem to be aware of this. Anyway, from the beginning.

He speaks as he speaks. It's as if he's been talking to himself all the time. Yes, his gaze has never changed.

The pages have not changed. It is not even known if he is really reading a book at the moment. Read the book, so why not turn the page.

Could it be that the content of this page is too profound? So can't you flip over? Or maybe he was actually observing the Shadow Man.

Observable people, what if you don't look at people. These things are so abnormal. But such an unusual thing.

But it really happened here. The monk naturally continued, "I thought you all liked light. After all, it's not like you have to believe in the light all day long. This sentence seemed to bring the shadow man back to his home turf.

He found his niche again. It's back to what he can handle. So at this time, he said seemingly calmly: "Where there is light, there must be dark shadows." Where there is a day, there will be night. This is what God has brought to the world. Only those who really understand the light. will understand the darkness better. "The man spoke eloquently.

Although he still didn't have any expression. There was no emotion in his voice. But between the lines, there is still a sense of superiority.

Hearing this, the monk finally had his first expression. Although he still didn't raise his eyes to look at the shadow.

Didn't speak to the shadow either. But the corners of his mouth twitched. He was laughing. He was laughing.

Yes, he smiled. Although, this laugh is in my mouth. But he really laughed. Just because, he thinks, it's really a bit ridiculous here.

"Hehe, it's really like a hand." The dark shadow man who said this was caught off guard. He really didn't expect that it would be the pinnacle of the human race.

A full-fledged eight-star lawyer can say such foul language so unreservedly. This.

。 For the Shadow Man. It's just too little. I remember the last time he heard something like this. That was last time.

That's right, last time. And didn't make him sigh for too long. I only heard the monk continue: "Hehe, for a while, I hope that your divine thoughts will be destroyed. You can also think more about this truth. Even, your statement actually makes me think that you should be a dark night. "As soon as the monk opened his mouth, he said that the Shadow Man's divine thoughts would be destroyed.

This is a bit of a surprise.